Some years ago I found myself in what is an all too common occurrence for many
Christians. My prayer life, my time with God, had become the habit of a day rather than an
encounter with The King. Consequently, my walk with God became dry, ineffective, and
lacking any form of flow and vibrancy. Though many believe dry seasons with God are part of a
normal cycle in spiritual life, nothing could be further from the truth. Such perspective is little
more than the excuse of empty religion drinking from a dry cup.
In that season of dryness, I was desperate for more. My Father is ever faithful, and did
not disappoint. There was profound grace and instruction to me given to me in a single moment
of time; yet it changed the course of my days. What He revealed is this- Prayer must become
His dance to lead and not our agenda to demand. Let me repeat, prayer MUST become His
dance to lead and not our agenda to demand.
What I learned, what become health to my bones, was the simplicity of joyfully following
God into the secret place. Until then, prayer was part of the agenda, a list of my requests or
demands, part of the practices of an empty process.
Put in practical terms, from the moment my eyes open, my heart does as well. When I
rise, and as I prepare to meet with Him, my heart is already searching, listening, and waiting for
direction to the nature of our encounter. I greet Him with delight and ask with all sincerity of
heart, “how would you like me to meet with you today?” Sometimes He leads me into intensive
Bible studies. At other times, He will take me to the park and grant me the honor of beholding
the peaceful worship of creation. Sometimes I sit quietly and say nothing, delighting in the
whisper of His presence.
Every morning is unique in some way and bears endless opportunity for encounter,
spontaneity, response and communion. So He leads me in the dance of everlasting life, in the
secluded place of His presence, where no one else may witness the privilege of my delight.
A heart selfishly demanding of God becomes lifeless soil- hardened, dried and
grotesquely cracked in the scorching sun. However, A heart yielded to God is positioned and
prepared to receive all the outpouring of Heaven. Here is the paradox of the Kingdom of God.
The heart surrendered and yielded will speak the most freely with Him. The heart led by Him in
the dance will intercede for others with the most fervency, hear the resonance of His voice with
uninterrupted continuity, and see into the vast unknown with profound clarity.
In the beauty of our dance there is no labor for my soul, nor striving to overcome. I am
already free in the glory of His presence and Jesus has already overcome on my behalf. The
rhythm of His steps lead me into green pastures, and an endless outpouring of His presence
wherein dry seasons have no place.